Hi, y'all!
So, recently I had been sort of wanting to wet myself, and I stumbled upon a link to an amazing video, 'Piss yourself for my amusement.' (https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b882d3b8222e). I realised I had just found gold, and I had to try it. So I did. I don't want to spoil the video for anyone (yes there is a plot), so I'll skip straight to the end. Basically, I made it through the video, and at the end, because I had been a good boy, I got to release in my clothes. So I did.
So, there I was, standing in the bathroom, emptying my bladder into my shorts and onto the floor. Halfway to empty, I came to the shocking realisation that the puddle beneath my feet was expanding way faster than I'd thought. This was a bit of a problem, as there are two mats in the bathroom, one white and one light blue. They may have possibly taken a bit of a hit, one could say. I quickly kicked them out of the way when I noticed. After finally emptying my bladder, and putting my wet clothes in the washing machine, I realised that there was another problem: the puddle on the floor. So, being veRy SmARt, I decided that since the mats were out of the way, I could, before showering, shower the floor. Yeah, um, I see nothing wrong with that idea. Good thing I didn't give my laptop a shower.
In conclusion, we have learnt that: i) Always plan where you are going to give the floor a golden shower through your clothes, ii) Prepare the area to make sure you have minimal clean-up to do afterwards, iii) Showerheads are not built for accuracy. Don't trust them near electronics, and iv) yeS, I aM veRy SmARt.
In essence:
Thank you Mistress Rousson, very cool!

I was having a conversation at a client at their office the other day. Nothing was out of the ordinary, until a girl with a black sweater and light blue jeans walked in. She was perhaps 5 meters away from the table where we sat, in the pantry area. She came in to make herself a cup of tea.
Standing with her back towards us, my heart suddenly stopped. From the corner of my eye, I was pretty sure I saw a sizeable, dark, wet patch in her crotch area. Wait, what? I had to have another look, but obviously didn't want my client to notice. Fortunately enough, as our meeting involved a few more people, the others continued talking and I was off the hook for a brief moment. Here was my chance: were my eyes lying?
It turns out they weren't. Just meters away stood a woman that came straight from my dreams. This gorgeous blonde had deliberately wet herself at work, and was now walking around in wet denim, acting if it was the most normal thing in the world. No desperation, no hiding, nothing. Not a care in the world. I felt my right hand reach for my pocket to grab my phone. To others, it must have looked as if I had received a text message, but in reality, I had to capture this incredible moment for myself.
Of course, reality sunk in fairly shortly after.
Many people in this country commute by bicycle, and it had been raining earlier that day. In other words, this girl surely hadn't wet herself, but rather, her rain soaked bike saddle left a well placed wet mark on her jeans.
Or did it...?

Another late night for Riley.
It's four in the morning, and the only things keeping Riley awake are the bottles of energy drinks she's been downing for the past few hours.
Of course, these drinks have to go somewhere, and over the past two hours in particular, Riley's really been feeling them as they make their way into her bladder.
She's been squirming in her seat for a good while, ignoring the growing urge to go. There's no time for that - her team's relying on her.
She can't just pause the game - not in a live match. Especially a competitive game like this. She sits, wriggling in her bean-bag chair, ignoring her sore bladder. One more push and her team is through, and then they just have to secure the next point. And the one after that.
An urgent wave runs over Riley. She's not going to have the strength to hold it all back until her team wins unless they can sweep their way through, and with the enemy team mounting a counter, she very much doubts this.
Riley picks up a bottle from nearby and takes another quick drink as she waits for her character to respond. She can really feel each mouthful hit her bladder. She squeezes her legs together, tighter and tighter, in a vain effort to hold back.
Her full bladder is getting harder and harder to ignore. It's beginning to take her attention away from the game. She's bouncing one leg up and down. She knows she can't last the whole game.
So...I suppose that means there's no point in even trying, right?
I mean...if she's not going to make it anyway...why bother trying?
So she stops trying.
Riley leans back in her bean bag and relaxes with a sigh.
Her bladder doesn't quite believe her at first, hesitating for a second, before a weak spurt of warm pee splashes between her thighs. The sudden relief makes Riley grin.
A weak stream begins to trickle out and down her backside, settling in her track pants between her cheeks. This weak stream picks up strength quickly though, and before long there's a muffled hiss from below as Riley sits deliberately wetting herself. It soaks through her pants quickly, flooding warmth down her backside as pee pools beneath her. She leans forward slightly making her pants squish, and pee begins to pour down the front of her chair and onto the carpet below. The pool she's sat in is pushed forward, and it flows down the backs of her calves in a warm wave landing at her feet. The carpet goes soft and warm beneath her heels.
Riley smirks as the relief floods over her, leaning back again and letting the hot puddle beneath her swill up against her lower back, soaking into her shirt. The soft hiss and trickle of liquid splattering onto the carpet fills the room as fresh urine fills the fabric of her seat.
Riley doesn't even put effort into it as she relieves herself where she sits. Simply relaxing is enough for it all to pour out, too lazy to even put in the effort to wet herself properly.
The hissing dies down after a while, and the stream draws to a close. Heat stops flowing down Riley's backside, the dripping slows to a halt.
And Riley's finished wetting herself.
Her pants begin to cool around her calves, and the warm feeling of relief fades with it. But Riley's team wins the game. So it was worth it, right?
Riley presses her legs together, making a loud squish. It presses some droplets out of the fabric. She lets her hands fall into her warm lap.
She's soaked these pants. Her shirt and her hoodie are damp by her back. And the bean bag is soaked through.
Well, not like this is the first time anyway. And it won't be the last.
Riley sits back and looks at the screen. Her pants are getting cooler now, and the puddle by her feet is getting cold. She should get changed.
Maybe just one more round first...

This is probably the longest wetting story ever submitted to this forum! It was inspired by a story written by Lawrence Morgan some years ago, and augmented by my own experiences.
You can email me at watcherw@hotmail.com
Final Test.pdf

Have you ever heard someone use the phrase "I'll eat my hat" to express extreme confidence in an outcome? My fiance Mary-Beth has a different saying for such an occasion, "I'll piss my britches." She's the only person I've ever heard say that, but then she grew up like five states away and says a heap of other weird things like "more than Carter’s got little pills", and "if the creek don't rise", so I guess it's probably a pretty normal thing to say somewhere. She uses it when she is absolutely certain that something isn't going to happen; "I'll piss my britches if your sister is on time for dinner", "I'll piss my britches if Comcast ever call me back like they promised." You get the drift.
A couple of weeks ago we were sitting down on the couch with a jumbo bag of potato chips and a couple of six-packs to watch a college football match between our respective Alma Maters. Neither of us care that much about football but it's a good excuse to drink at home. Beers with football, normal. Beers with a Stranger Things binge, not normal. Now my school is pretty garbage at football. They play in a major conference but they are really a basketball school. If they have a winning season and get invited to the Advocare V100 Texas bowl it's a banner year. This was not turning out to be a banner year. Mary-Beth's school on the other hand competes for national titles. It's not really a fair match-up. But I still made the effort to talk some smack. She was having none of it. "If your team wins I'll piss my britches." It's a pretty good saying for shutting me down.
It was a good game. My team hung tough and was only behind eleven points after three quarters and cruising to a respectable performance, but after an unlikely punt return and a series of unexpected catches they somehow scored twice and found themselves three ahead with five minutes left. I think everyone still expected Mary-Beth's team to march down the field and disappoint the gallant underdogs, but against the odds their drive stalled and a 51 yard field-goal attempt to send the game to extra-time faded wide right. Once again, I don't really care about football, but I figured now would be a good chance to tease my fiance about it.
"I guess you're going to have to pee yourself then." I said playfully.
"I'm going to have to what?" She was sure she hadn't heard me right.
"Well you said if my team won you were going to, and I quote, "piss my britches"."
She glared at me, "It wasn't a bet! It's a figure of speech. Something like "I'd be so surprised I'd piss my britches.""
"And were you so surprised that you pissed your britches?" I asked rhetorically with a meaningful stare at the clearly dry crotch of her faded old blue jeans.
"Well no. I don't actually do that."
"And have you ever seen anybody so surprised by an outcome that they wet themselves."
She seemed a little unsure of where I was going, "Well... no..."
"Because," I held up my hand and spoke like a television trial attorney giving closing arguments "I'm fairly sure no one has ever been so surprised by something that they wet themselves."
"We threw a surprise party for my aunt May when I was a girl and she was so surprised she made a big old puddle right there on her rug!" Mary-Beth said in triumph.
"Irrelevant!" I discarded her testimony with a shake of my head, "Aunt May was shocked by the unexpected cries of "surprise" from a house she believed vacant. It was not the surprise of her friends and relatives having a party in her honor that wrought that rug puddle."
Mary-Beth thought it over for a second. "Fine. I guess you're right. Maybe it is meant to be a bet."
"In which case." I held a finger aloft in triumph, "You have to pee your pants."
"Really? You really want me to pee my pants."
"Of course. A bet is a bet."
I did not, in fact, want her to pee her pants. I was just making fun of her weird nonsensical sayings. I do it all the time. She pretends to be annoyed.
She stood up suddenly and started to walk out of the room.
"Where are you going?" I asked in my normal voice, worried I'd gone too far and pissed her off.
"Well I'm not going to do it on the dang couch." She rolled her eyes at me and kept walking. I jumped up and followed her into the kitchen where she stood facing me in the center of the linoleum floor.
"I hope you know you're cleaning this up." She said coolly.
And before I could tell her to stop and that I was only joking a wet patch was rapidly growing on her jeans. She peed so hard and so fast her pee was forcing its way through the denim and falling in sheets down her legs and onto her bare feet and the lino.
"This feels so dang weird! I ain't pissed myself since I was three years old!"
I was speechless. When she was done she did a little pirouette on the spot, the back of her legs were as uniformly dark as the front. "There. I done pissed my britches!"
She undid her belt buckle and left her soaked jeans and panties on the floor. "You go on and clean up now, I'm having a shower." She said sweetly.
I did clean up. She showered. And we didn't bring it up again. She had certainly called my bluff.
That said I did expect her to stop using the phrase, or at least so cavalierly, but if anything she says it now more than ever.

An African girl who is 25 years of age agreed to pee through her panties on my request.
The panties is a size or two too big for her but still a good wetting in my opinion.
Let me know what you think and maybe I can convince her to do a few more.
Please note that I recorded a quick peak inside her panties where the nudity is visible. Due to poor lighting not much is seen though.
Enjoy
VID_20180925_191944.mp4

Hi everyone!
So, I planned on doing this all afternoon.. It's been a while since I wet and was craving it..
I got home from work, changed into my pee shorts, and began letting spurts out.. I was at about a 7/10..
I started by grabbing myself and letting some pee go, then pulled my hand away, pressed my legs together and let go while standing on a towel in front of the shower, staring at the toilet... ?
WOW, did it feel so good!!